Find someone, part 134

Text: "what's for dinner?"

Leftovers.

I arrive home 10 minutes later to you plopped on the couch dinner in hand, stuffing your face. 

Leftovers. 

And you could not wait for me for 10 lousy minutes.

How I am so insignificant to you?

On my way out the door, "Love you."

Why?

You say this every day.

Words.

But they are hollow. 

Completely and utterly hollow.

Like my heart.

Being alone: our tradition

I had surgery and you did not know.

You saw the bandage and didn't even ask until the next day when you made a stupid joke about it.

Since then? Not a single word.

Not a question about how I am feeling.

Not a question about next steps.

Not a question about appointments.

After 20 years you wanted a "tradition" of eating take-out. Fine. And then with a fridge full of food you eat my leftovers. Not a "hey would you mind if I ate your leftovers?" It sounds really stupid but I never eat your food.

Jokes not funny.

When I say there is a man sexually intimdating staff and members at work today and you respond, "Hey at least he didnt say Joey style 'how you doin'?" 

Are you kidding me? 

Not supportive.

Absolutely not funny.

Fuck off.

Find Someone, part 126

Who puts 6 dirty dishes on top of a dishwasher full of clean dishes and runs it. Every. NIGHT.

Trash on the counter from days ago.

Rug piled in the corner.

Boxes stacked in the way.

How lazy are you?

How hard is it to clean up after yourself?

I spend hours cleaning each week and you come in and trash up the joint.

Total disrespect. 

I'm exhausted. 

Just help already

I have been sick for a week, coughing, exhausted, and caring for my, also sick, father. I specifically wiped down the counter to reduce the spread of germs. I made a list of what needed to be done around the house. 

And this is what you did:

Mess.

Empty mustard container from 3 days ago. Spills on the counter. And now you are just lounging. You slept 12 hours last night and have spent the last 6 watching TV. I am exhausted and asked you to help me. And you can't be bothered. Glad you were able to at least get up to make yourself lunch.

Why is this so hard for you? Why can't you show me the smallest amount of consideration, courtesy, or respect?

Please just leave me already.

Go.

Message of the day

This! 👇

Find someone, part 103

Who has a 4 day weekend and does nothing. You head to work and come home to laying on the couch watching movies. No dinner prepped. No bbq started. No house cleaned.

Nothing.

But the usual, "what's for dinner?"

You go pick up a pizza and make sure you are first to get dinner. Your needs are always first. Always. 

Sleep on the floor because you don't want to sleep next to me. I get up to use the bathroom and you get back in bed. My cue to get up and start cleaning for the day.

I know my place. You make it very clear.